Welcome to Scorpio

At the gateway into Scorpio

We have a month ahead of us when we are invited to search for the Truth.
Scorpio is a water sign (in astrology, the water element is connected to emotions and the past). Scorpio likes to get to the bottom of things, so it is our deepest emotional Truth that is in focus. So in its company, we are invited to investigate and hopefully untie a few of our emotional knots.
And where do these entangled emotions come from?
I would say that it is mostly in our interaction with others that they are created. It is in the realm of relationships. It is when we need to interact with each other and coexist that we find the Truth about ourselves, discover our core values, and our connection to life.

At the moment, we are painfully aware of what coexistence can look like when it is not built on mutual respect and compassion, so we have a lot of material to work with and opportunities to find our Truth.

Pluto is the boss

In modern astrology, Pluto is the ruler of Scorpio. A lot of effort has been put into deciding whether Pluto is a planet or an asteroid within the astrological community, due to its small size. Last I heard, they have agreed on calling Pluto a “dwarf planet”. Astrologers are less fussy about the classification and focus more on what he represents. This dwarf planet is named after the ancient mythological God of the Underworld (Hades in the Greek mythology, and Pluto is his Roman name). Pluto is also called the Lord of Transformation.

Wouldn’t you agree that it is our relationships that get us into the most trouble, but it is also in the realm of emotions and relationships that we grow and learn the most? Finding our personal truths about the world will transform us, for better or for worse.

Our relationships constantly push us to find a balance in coexistence. In relation to each other, we pull, push, and adjust until we find an equilibrium that feels acceptable.

We are all invited to do the assignment

People sometimes become slightly vigilant when they hear about someone with a Scorpio sun. However, this deep search for Truth is not something we should pin on those who happen to be born in the latter part of October and the beginning of November. We are all getting a dash of truth-seeking, emotional deep-diving, in one way or another, as the Sun travels through the sign of Scorpio. Relationships and the emotions connected to relationships are more on the surface for everyone.

This is the beauty of astrology and the Zodiac; we all travel through these energies. In each solar sign, we have the chance to work through a specific area of life and to learn more about ourselves. In the upcoming weeks, we are up for lessons about co-existence.

A way to store memories

All the water signs (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) are memory bearers and databanks of emotional experiences to different degrees.

In our memory, whether conscious or unconscious, we store all the information about our experiences and the emotional conclusions we have drawn from them. There we find the factual information (as we have perceived it), the joy, the happiness, and all the lovely things we have experienced. Our pain, fear, and hurts are also catalogued there.  

If you are” wired” in the same way as I am, you know that it can be both fascinating and sometimes quite difficult to have access to so much of our memory databank.

The way my memory seems to work is that it stretches beyond this lifetime. If you find the thought of us living multiple lives too much to stomach, but still want to carry on reading, treat this as just another story. My aim is not to convince you about anything that you find is” too far outside your box”.

The information uses my emotions as the vehicle to travel into my conscious awareness. I can suddenly get triggered by an item, a situation, an interaction with someone, a person’s voice, a piece of music or a geographical place I happen to visit. It brings up visions, or” memories” of things I have no notion of at all. Sometimes, incredibly detailed. It is not something I can fully control; it happens when it happens, and I have no real answer to why (perhaps it was on my bucket list after my last visit 😂).

Level 1

As a child, I didn’t think of these sudden images and feelings as something odd (the child’s reasoning often is – if I can do this, so can you). What I will share today is just one example.
As a child, just before going to sleep, I often felt that I was standing in a very open place. I could see far away into the distance. No trees, just grass and a vast openness. These visions made me so happy.
For those of you who have been to Sweden, you know that we have A LOT of trees. Deep forests, large areas of farmland, but the kind of terrain you find on the pampas in South America or the tundras in Asia is not very common. I hadn’t even seen a landscape similar to what I saw with my inner vision until  I turned nine years old.

An extraordinary adventure

Around that time, my father decided that I was old enough for an adventure.
I was thrilled. It was a rare luxury, being the oldest of three, to spend time alone with him. He decided we should go on a week-long mountain hike, and we prepared thoroughly.
I was given my own knife, a sleeping bag, and I arranged and rearranged the gear in my new orange backpack.
After breakfast on my 9th birthday, we got into the car and drove north for the entire day, eventually parking at the foot of a mountain system in northern Sweden.
We took our backpacks, the tent, sleeping bags, and food for ALMOST the entire trip (Dad said one should live a little on the edge, when he put his fishing rod into his backpack). And we went into the wilderness.

We mainly walked through sunshine, but also experienced many of nature’s other temperaments – rain, hail, fog, snow and thunder on the mountain slopes. We walked along the bottom of valleys, through marshlands, over mountain ridges, crossed streams, and walked on top of tiny glaciers (or maybe it was only leftover snow that the sun hadn’t reached). And I recognised the same grassy plains, and I could see far, far into the distance.

It was so similar to what I had seen so many times just before going to sleep in my bed at home. But now we raised our tent next to small streams at night, and I fell asleep to the soothing sound of running water.

I had never been happier in my entire life (and it still is one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve had).
The vastness and changing beauty of the landscape, the freedom, the air and the animals we saw. I loved the taste of newly caught fish boiled in water, with a pinch of salt. We ate it on flat stones while sitting on the ground. Only the sky above our heads. All of it made me feel acutely present and vibrantly alive (even though I hadn’t even heard those words at the time). It was pure bliss, and it connected me with something that was both familiar and unknown, deep within me.

I think my father was a little proud of me for my capacity to endure and enjoy this adventure. I once overheard him brag about me, telling someone that we had walked 17 kilometres on the last day of our trip.

Level 2

The next time I dipped my foot in this particular emotional current happened when I had been married for some time. In the last minute, I heard about a concert at the Ethnographic Museum in Stockholm. I felt an irresistible urge to go, and with bribes and threats, I managed to convince my husband to accompany me. It somehow felt important that he came along.

-Is being LOCKED UP inside a museum, listening to some Russian folk musician, the best way of spending this GOOOORGEOUS summer evening, are you out of your mind??!

He was grumpy, since he had woken up with a stiff neck the same morning, and couldn’t turn his head properly. I dragged him to the museum while listening to his muttering and the complaints about the pain.

The Russian” folk musician” wasn’t who we had expected (think balalajka and a beautiful embroidered blouse). Instead, he was a shaman and master of throat singing from the republic of Komi (northern Russia). The sounds he created were extraordinary, breathtakingly beautiful and almost eerie. His singing travelled through my body, and tension floated away with the otherworldly tones this man produced alone on stage. A deep melancholy and longing brought tears to my eyes.

As we stood up after the concert was over, Hubby suddenly said: This is crazy! I can turn my head – all the pain is gone!!!! What the …(better not quote him…) happened?

On our way out from the concert hall, someone handed us a leaflet about an upcoming three-day course in throat singing. I signed up on the spot.

Potential new career?

These three days were absolutely fascinating, as I experimented with the voice, learned about the theory of throat singing, and discovered the traditions and shamanic culture in northern Siberia. The sounds our class produced were deafening and, at times, close to painful to listen to – but we had so much fun. Around the room, people stood leaning against the walls, toning (I wouldn’t dare to call it singing…). Standing close to a wall was a trick our teacher shared. It makes it easier to isolate and hear the (hopefully) simultaneous tones in one’s own voice.

Full of enthusiasm, I decided to master this magical art form. I wanted to learn how to sing pain away!
When the workshop was over, it was time to start practising at home. I continued for a few days, but unfortunately, my throat singing career ended before it even had a chance to begin. This time, my husband won the battle…

So I disconnected from this stream of memories again.
Up until then, the feelings associated with the visions and memories were joyous and expansive, but “the throat singing episode” had added a layer of melancholy and profound longing.

Level 3

A few years ago, I began to see similar images of the grass plains again. Images showing up unexpectedly, sometimes accompanied by sound or smell. But this time the emotional range was wider. I still picked up on moments of happiness and freedom, and the longing and melancholy were also present. Now, feelings of terror and dread were added, along with a bottomless sadness and a profound sense of loneliness. Some of the images I saw were disturbing and violent.

My own theory is that I had built up enough strength to handle the release of some of the hidden pockets of emotions that had previously been too harsh for me. However painful this period was, if I hadn’t worked through them, I would have missed important lessons about our existence and new layers of my intuition that I now have access to.

The summer when these particular images were so emotionally close and vivid, I think of it as “the walking summer”. I got up really early every morning and walked for hours while listening to music. I was drawn to the sounds of different nomadic and indigenous cultures in Russia, Tibet, Mongolia, and China, where throat singing is a part of the tradition. These long walks along the sea, in my hometown, slowly brought me back into balance.
Will there be a level 4? I’m not sure, but I am curious to know what that would be.
I wanted to share this with you, in case you have had similar experiences. Perhaps my story will make you feel a little less alone.

 So, how do I finish up this guided tour along one of my rivers of memory? With music, of course!

A new song has been added to Magic Mittens’s Magic Playlist

One of my favourite pieces is a song in Tuvan, a language spoken in the southern parts of Siberia, close to Mongolia. Albert Kuvezin and Yat-Kha perform it. I listened to it over and over again during “the walking summer”.

A perfect musical portal to begin our journey through Scorpio

When I searched for a translation from Tuvan into English, I found clues here and there that I have pieced together. So, I THINK the lyrics describe a man looking into the eyes of his beloved, comparing her eyes to evening stars in the dark sky. Looking into her eyes makes his heart soften.

That is the most precious gift Scorpio wants to give us – the gift of transformation – if we are brave enough to accept it and allow ourselves to be transformed.

A life filled with the opportunity for transformation

My husband has never written any love songs about looking into my eyes, but he certainly chose a life of transformation when he married me. I have brought him along on many unexpected adventures, which have made him (sometimes reluctantly) grow and reframe his view of the world and life. The resilience he has cultivated has come as a bonus or perhaps a necessity.

Most of the time, he has great patience with me as I navigate through highs and lows and the roughest patches on my journey. A highlight for me doesn’t necessarily mean one for him, I admit it must be a bit hard sometimes….

So, with this beautiful song, Charash Karaa, I conclude for today. If the members of Yat-Kha ever come across this blog post, I want to say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart! I LOVE YOUR MUSIC ♥

I also want to thank my friend Erkko for double-checking my Finnish.
To the rest of you, thank you for reading, and I hope you will enjoy this lovely melody!
Who knows? Perhaps it will bring you along to the great plains where you can see far, far into the distance, and sense the smell of burning wood and feel the warmth from the fire.

Carin